Page 10 of Blood & Kisses

As I run my hand along his length, his fingers brush over my clit, and I gasp when the car drifts over to the wrong of the road, and he quickly swerves back onto the correct side, missing an oncoming vehicle. “Oh my god,” I cry, feeling the adrenaline flood into my bloodstream, pushing me into a delicious high.

“Don’t stop, now, Mantis Girl,” Cormac snarls when I pull away from him, yet his hand remains between my legs.

The tip of his cock is glistening from pre-cum fluid, and an insatiable hunger rises within me to take him into my mouth. Leaning toward him, Cormac moans, “C’mon killer, do it.”

Being referred to as ‘killer’ only adds to the chaos between my legs. I can’t believe murder talk is making me hot. What the hell is the matter with me?

As soon as my tongue brushes along the tip of his penis, he lets out a deep moan from the back of his throat and whispers, “That’s good.”

The car swerves again, but this time, I’m not fearful because I didn’t see the oncoming vehicle with my head below the level of the dashboard. With another burst of adrenaline, I take his cock whole in my mouth and move up and down as his fingers work my clit over my shorts. But it’s not enough. I need his touch. Tugging at my shorts, I awkwardly push them down a little and take his hand into my shorts, and as soon as his warm, delicious fingers touch my sensitive, sodden skin, I sigh and lurch, attacking his big cock more.

“That’s it,” he exhales. “Keep going, killer.”

Hearing his voice wrap around the word ‘killer’ again spurs me on, and I sigh over his cock and wrap my hand around his girth. Gyrating against his fingers, it takes a couple of adjustments before his fingers are precisely on the right spot, and immediately, I can feel a surge of an orgasm. We find our rhythm – his fingers moving into my pussy and working my g-spot while I increase my pace over his cock, feeling his head prod the back of my throat with each thrust.

The orgasm is surging, and my body is on fire with erotic pleasure fed by adrenaline through risk-taking. This is something I’ve never done before. Even when I had a healthy sex life before I was raped by the Four, I was never daring enough to give a man a blowjob while he was driving.

Cormac grunts, but it’s a different type of grunt that’s not sexual but more a rumble of inquisitiveness that has nothing to do with me.

The car slows down, and I have the urge to look up to see where we are, but his elbow pushes my head back down, and for the first time since we started messing about, anxiety storms into my body and a sense of choking. His cock fills the entirety of my mouth and pushes further down my throat while his forearm lays heavily on my head.

He brakes the car as I place my hand on his balls to squeeze so he’ll let me off, and I can breathe again. He hasn’t turned into a driveway, I know that much, but it seems he’s just braked in the middle of the road.

“How’s it going?” Cormac greets someone through the driver’s window as his arm casually lies over my head to keep me down.

“Are you heading home?” a man replies, and I squirm at the sound of his voice. It’s Cormac’s father, Gabe. Oh my god, they’re having a casual chat while I’m sucking his son’s cock while he’s driving, and I doubt that’s legal.

“Yeah, we’ll cook dinner and get Blake over,” he suggests.

Gabe makes a half chuckle. “You’re thinking about hanging around at the house rather than returning to your frat house.”

He tenses from my digging fingernails. “Yeah, well, the view is better,” he answers smugly. Is he talking about lakeview, or is ‘view’ the codeword for the blond killer whose destiny has been forcibly interrupted by them?

Breathing through my nose to calm my rapidly beating heart to halt a panic attack, I dig my fingernails into Cormac’s thigh to urge him to hurry up and move on.

“Fair enough,” Gabe answers smoothly. “I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Alright,” Cormac says, taking his foot off the brake. The car starts moving forward slowly as I continue to calm my breathing.

“See you later, Rae,” Gabe calls out, and I groan in embarrassment. He could see my head in Cormac’s lap, and now, where do we stand in this weird arrangement? Before I shot Coach, Gabe asked me out for dinner. I bet he doesn’t want to do that now and probably views me as filthy and wretched.

“Your father…” is all I can say because I’m so mortified that there are no words appropriate.

“Yep, that was him,” Cormac answers, tucking his cock away.

“He’ll think less of me,” I say ashamedly, gazing out the window, unable to look him in the eye.

Cormac snorts. “No, he won’t. He knows you have hormone urges like the rest of us,” he tries to soothe me.

“Like sucking his son’s cock,” I add, reaching into my bag to find my shades to place them over my pale eyes to shield them from the late afternoon sun. “He’s a detective, and I’m sure we were performing a dangerous act.”

“Dangerous?” he questions, slightly confused. “It’s only dangerous if you bite down.”

“You were driving through busy streets, Cormac, distracted by my mouth,” I argue. “You could’ve crashed.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t and…” points to his crotch, “you’re welcome to continue your dangerous act since you’re now a lethal criminal.”

Now I’m in a grumpy mood and snatch roughly at his crotch, pull out his cock again, and rub it hard with my hand as his head rocks back a little, lips part, and eyes glaze over. My, my, my…Cormac Bernardi, Torres's greatest hope for the Olympics, likes it rough.

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